Chapter 38
Isla froze when his deep voice cut through the haze.
“Enough,” Gabriel said, his tone low but commanding.
Her trembling hands stilled instantly, sliding away from her heated core. She could feel his gaze on her. His eyes trailed down her body and lingered at her glistening entrance, where her own fingers had just been.
“Enough lesson for today,” he murmured, his lips curling into the kind of smile she had never seen from him. before “I want to make love to my wife p>
My wife.
The words sent shivers down her spine. And before she could respond, his large hands were on her hips, pulling her closer, lifting her off the mattress. He positioned her so her slick folds brushed against his length, teasing her. The sensation made her gasp aloud. Content originally comes from ͟.net
“Gabriel…” her voice trembled as her fingers dug into the sheets. “Please. I want you. I can’t p>
The plea broke something inside him, igniting a darker side of him. His control slipped, and with one deep thrust, he penetrated into her and was seated in.
“F*ck,” he cursed under his breath, his jaw clenched. She was so impossibly tight, gripping him tightly. Slick heat wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, making it almost impossible for him to hold back.
“Too much?” he asked hoarsely, though his own body shook with restraint.
“L… I don’t know,” Isla whimpered. “You’re so deep. It feels strange, Gabriel. Is this normal?” Her eyes, looking directly at him.
A husky chuckle escaped him, though it was full of desire. He leaned forward, brushing his lips across her trembling mouth. “Yes, love. It’s more than normal. You’ll learn to love it when I start moving inside you. Just trust me. Follow my rhythm p>
He kissed her again, harder this time, and she melted into him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her creamy breasts pressing against his chest.
His hands gripped her waist, guiding her gently, rocking her against him until her moans blended with his. Then he began thrusting upward in strong, and deeper strokes that made her body jolt in pleasure. His mouth stayed on hers, swallowing her cries until she broke away with her head thrown back, and her eyes rolling as the sensations consumed her.
“Gabriel!” An untamed and desperate cry tore out of her.
That sound, her calling his name like he was her only salvation, nearly undid him. He set a pace, driving into her in a harder and deeper thrust, watching her unravel beneath him. She clenched around him, gripping so tightly he groaned, his head falling to the back.
He suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. She whimpered in protest, a sound so sweet and needy that he couldn’t resist.
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“Patience, love,” he whispered against her ear.
In a fast movement, he laid her back on the bed, his body towering over hers. He spread her thighs apart with his knees, positioning himself between her trembling legs once more.
Her lungs caught in a sharp gasp as she felt the thick head of him pressing against her slick entrance again. Then he pushed forward, sliding back into her with a long, slow stroke until he was fully inside her. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, and her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist to hold him close.
This time it felt different. He moved deeper, leaving her gasping for air. His chest brushed hers, his green eyes locking onto her electric blue ones. It was so intense.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly. “Don’t look away. I want to see you, every second I move inside you p>
She nodded weakly, her lips parting, her body quivering beneath him.
“Good
girl,” he praised, his voice so smooth. His mouth descended to her creamy breast. He took one of her hard nipples between his lips, sucking gently, until she cried out his name.
“Oh, God, Gabriel,” she moaned, louder this time, her nails raking across his back
That was all he needed. His hips began to move again. He was building into a rhythm that stole her breath away. Each thrust was precise, rolling into her, hitting deeper, making her see stars.
Her cries grew louder, filling the room with the music of their passion.
“Yes,” Gabriel growled against her skin. “Say my name. Don’t hold back. I am your husband, Isla. And you are
y wife. Say it p>
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“Gabriel!” she screamed, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure pulse through her. “It’s too much–oh God, I can’t p>
Her words dissolved into cries as he slammed harder into her, driving her insane. She convulsed around him, her body trembling violently, pressure coiling tight inside her.
He felt it too–the way she clenched, squeezing him, dragging him down into the same abyss. His movements became restless, his hips pounding, and his breath came uneven.
“Now,” he growled. “Come with me p>
He wasn’t making a request. He was commanding her.
But her body obeyed. With a strangled cry, she shattered, her release tore through her in electric shocks. She arched off the bed, her legs shaking around his waist. Gabriel followed, his release crashing into him, pulling a raw groan from his throat as he spilled deep inside her.
For long moments, neither of them moved. Only their heavy breathing filled the room, their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat.
Finally, Gabriel lifted his head, brushing damp strands of hair from Isla’s face. His green eyes softened, he wasn’t the cold, distant man she thought she married. He was something else entirely–something tender, and
it scared her.
Her blue eyes met his, dazed and shining. That look did something to him. But he smiled at her.
“My wife,” he whispered, almost reverently, before kissing her again.
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